Day six. Or seven. Possibly, come to think of it, eight nine or ten, of rainy days here in SouthCentral Alaska. I cringe to think of summing up the time I've seen the sun in the past week. The hours could be counted on one hand, and that time denomination is pretty optimistic.

I have been wanting to post pictures from recent events, but my camera cord is hopelessly lost in my house somewhere. I have searched to such an extent that I'm afraid that I had a "moment" and perhaps placed it in the freezer? Or one of the dogs ate it. Or it's gone to the same place my single socks go missing to...

So no pictures, but some updated thoughts from life in Homer these days. There's a good chance that my camera cord *will* be uncovered, as I am presently taking a break from packing. Yes, packing. Yet again I'm moving myself, my dogs, our belongings, to another home. Yeah! This time, we're moving in with Ms. Megan Murphy, to her fabulous home- such an exciting work-in-progress that I'm very much looking forward to be part of the changes and living amongst & contributing to the improvements I've been so impressed by! Not to mention having such wonderful roommates (that being said, I will very much miss Jen and Blaine and our little house with big windows in the suburbs of Homer).

My current life plans include staying around Homer for the winter. I just love rain and scanning fish *that* much. Just kidding...I'm excited about hanging around a bit longer - it took me so long to warm up to this place (and I mean that extremely figuratively - have I mentioned how damned cold it's been this "summer"?), I'm not quite ready to leave yet.

Last weekend, the last solid bit of sun I can recall, Kaya and Shaemus and I went down to Bishop's Beach to run at one of the super-low tides. Once getting beyond the 1/4 mile immediately surrounding the parking area, there were no people. No one. This is a beautiful part of a seaside tourist community in Alaska, vs. Maine where I'm from. The beaches, more or less, remain fantastically deserted throughout the summer...even when the sun is out, there isn't much in the way of sunbathing to be done, and even less swimming. So as we were running down the beach, the dogs were playing in the rocks, the waves, tearing down the open sand - and I was running along, shirt tied around my waste and sun streaming onto my arms and bared torso (first, and probably only, time of the year). The cliffs along the beach remind me so much of Peninsula Valdes in Patagonia, and my dogs running with abandon made me feel so blessed and overwhelmed with joy that I couldn't imagine it was time to pack up and move on at this point. There are just too many runs left to do on that beach, with those cliffs, and these dogs. Not to mention the quite-good skijoring to be done in the wintertime!

I should get back to packing, but whenever I find that camera cord....my boat looks much like a boat these days! I know, you can't wait, can ya?!